Wilson's Whore

"No," she said on principle alone. Hadn't he shamed her enough for one day? "How about if I give you a handjob instead?"

"Aw, it's so cute when you try to negotiate just like a slut," he said, caressing her face. "I'll tell you what: convince me you don't want an orgasm and you don't have to do it."

Kelly frowned. She wouldn't lie. She was making too many compromises to add lying to her list. "Please don't make me."

"Come on, it'll be fun. We're going to do it together. Doesn't that sound like fun? Have you ever watched a guy jerk-off in real life?" he asked. She shook her head. "But you're curious, aren't you?" Kelly shrugged, which was less than half a lie. Watching a man do that had never occurred to her until he mentioned it.

"And then I can go?" she asked, wanting to make sure he would ask for more.

"One orgasm for each of us and then you leave," he promised, moving a chair directly in front of her and sitting down to a ringside seat.

"You're not really going to sit there and watch me, are you?" Kelly asked, horrified and excited at the same time.

"I'm going to watch you and you're going to watch me," Wilson grinned.

"I hate you," she said as she slid her hand up her creamy white thigh. She cupped her sex, wanting to do more, needing to do more, and too embarrassed to let it happen at first.

"Just focus on me," Wilson softly suggested. "Look at my hard cock. You like seeing me hard, don't you?" Kelly nodded. "Do you like my cock?" Another nod. "Did it feel good inside your mouth last night?" Kelly kept agreeing with him. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Not tonight," she said, steadfastly standing by their rules.

"No, not tonight," he agreed. "But soon, right? Just a few more days, I will be smoke-free for a week and we're going to fuck in celebration. You want that, don't you?"

"More than you know," she said, easing a finger between her puffy, smooth pussy lips and caressing the outside of her clitoris while trying to hide what she was doing with the rest of her hand.

"Which do you want more? Me to be smoke-free or my hard cock inside of you?"

"Both," she giggled. "One's not happening without the other."

"Because of you, I think I can make it, too."

"Really?"

Wilson nodded. "Now let me see you get off, okay?"

Kelly stopped trying to hide what she was doing. It felt best when she used two fingers, one on either side of clit. While she wasn't used to doing it until she came, she could still feel what felt best and it involved two fingers. She rubbed her pussy back and forth while rocking her hips up and down. Fuck, that felt good. When she did it harder and faster, her wet pussy made a smacking sound, like two people kissing in an exaggerated way. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt her orgasm drawing near, like an oncoming freight train speeding through the night.

Wilson's big cock looked so good. She wanted to taste it again. She liked how he had felt inside her mouth. She like how he came on her tongue, making her open her mouth wide and take all of it before she swallowed. It had made her feel like a slut and she had liked that sensation. She parted her legs wider, feeling more sluttish. "Call me that word," she begged, clinging to the last bit of sanity before her orgasm began.

"Slut," Wilson said between clenched teeth. "You're a fucking cunt-assed, slut whore rubbing your tight little cunty-cunt."

That word, that "c-word," cut right through her, feeling her with a delightful mix of shame and excitement. She cried out in wordless moans, felt her body heaving, and came against her fingers. Across from her, Wilson joined the party. Stroking his cock faster while fondling his bare balls, he came, too, spraying his semen across the empty space between him. In the back of her mind, Kelly thought, What a waste!

They sat across from each other, breathing hard and staring openly at the other person's naked body. They shared a smile before Wilson stood. "Well, good job, whore," he said, picking up the bowl of water and other shaving supplies. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow at work."

"Okay," she said, her eyes following him as he stepped around the corner. Kelly felt dismissed as she heard him running water and cleaning the bowl. Even when it turned off, he didn't return. She picked up her clothes, slipping them back on. She left her useless panties on top of the towel. "Bye!" she called and saw herself to the door, feeling both used and satisfied.

-

She and Wilson pulled up behind the shopping center at the same time on Saturday. Wilson asked about when she was getting her car fixed and otherwise kept the conversation remarkably normal. She told him about her mechanic and they went through their respective backroom doors at the same time.

Saturday's were always busier. Wilson had help inside his store and Kelly never tried eating lunch on his counter. She did visit during her break. He was pleasant, but gave no sign of anything happening between them. Before she left, she asked, "Are you still smoke-free?"

"100%," he beamed and went off to help a customer. After work, Wilson gave her a curt little wave on his way to his car. "Say hi to God for me tomorrow," he called, knowing she always took off Sundays. She gave him a wave back and watched him drive away, unsure if she felt relieved or disappointed that he didn't have more to say to him.

-

Kelly got a ride to work on Monday after school. She was early and stopped to visit Wilson. "Hey neighbor," she called as soon as she walked in the door and saw the store was empty. Wilson sat behind the counter playing games on his phone. She wandered back and froze when she saw what he had sitting in front of him. She recognized the mostly empty carton of cigarettes the moment she saw them. Those were the three packs she had left on a shelf in the backroom of her store.

"Cindy found them and brought them over," Wilson said in answer to her unasked question. He looked up from his phone with a mournful look in his eyes. "I really want one."

"More than you want me?"

Wilson admired Kelly's simple beauty, her pretty smile, clear blue eyes, and the carefree perfection of her body. Of course, none of that matter without her personality, wit, and intelligence. She was a good woman; how could he continue corrupting her?

"Come with me," he said, inviting her into his backroom. She followed him in the bathroom where he opened each pack of smokes and ran them under water. Destroying those remaining cancer sticks felt as good as seeing Kelly's big smile blossoming on her face.

"Fuck, I want you," she said, wrapping her arms around him.

Wilson laughed, peeled her arms from him, kept hold of her hand, and led her back to his sales counter. Sitting on the stool behind the counter put him on eye level with her. She remained close, hanging her hands around his neck and smiling at him. Wilson had no doubt she would allow him to caress her body. He fought against the urge to caress her pert tits or running his hand over her perfect ass. Instead, he pulled her hands down, holding them on lap, but not against anything important. Kelly's smile faded as a confused look entered her eyes.

"We were busy Saturday," Wilson began. Kelly nodded, started to say something, but he kept talking. "And it felt good not interrupting what I was doing just so I could sneak out back and smoke. What's funny is that I didn't think about it. I mean, it occurred to me a couple times, but only as a habit and not a craving."

"That's so good!" Kelly said, beaming again.

"Saturday night, I cleaned every ashtray in my house. Emptied them. Washed them. Threw out the trash because it smelled like cigarettes." When he paused, Kelly didn't fill in the space, sensing he had more and he did. "Sunday, I washed all my clothes because I realized, even the clean ones smelled like secondhand smoke. I went to the store and bought six cans of Frebreze." He gave her a brave smile. "I'm done, Kelly."

"What about this morning when Cindy brought over your cigarettes?"

"That was tough. I kept thinking, 'Just one,' and didn't. I wonder if this is how alcoholics feel when they give up drinking? You always hear them saying the craving never goes away."

"So, how did you do it? How did you resist?"

Wilson shrugged. "I don't know. It doesn't make a lot of sense, but it felt good resisting them. It felt good letting them tease me and resisting." His eyes wandered over her trim body. "Frustrating, but I feel better for saying no than giving in."

"You're talking about more than cigarettes," she said.

"Maybe," he agreed, dragging his eyes back to her pretty blues and smiling. "I know you need the money and I won't miss giving it to you, so that part of our deal is still on."

"But I still have to earn it, right?"

"You already have," he said with his biggest smile of the day.

"No, I mean, you're still going to make me earn it, right?" she qualified.

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

The pretty blonde with the mop of curly hair head nodded.

-

Kelly had a difficult time keeping her hands off her body Monday night. She argued with herself as she fought against the burning, aching need she felt between her legs. If she was going to be Wilson's whore, couldn't she play with herself, too? Except, that wasn't their arrangement. She was being his whore to stop him from smoking, not because she wanted to be a whore, right? She went to bed wet and needy and woke up the same way. Shaving her pussy in the shower didn't help. Raking the razor across herself made her want more. She resisted, determined to stay excited for him. She was his fleshly reward.

She couldn't stop thinking about Wilson's no-holds-barred approach to sex. When he had groped her, he hadn't held back. Feeling his finger wiggle inside her butt had shocked and surprised her, but Kelly had endured it because that's what she had said she would do. For him, for his health and money, she would endure his every wish.

She drove to work in a repaired car, unable to stop squirming while celebrating its lack of jugging and backfiring. She was excited in a way she couldn't remember. Tonight, she would give herself away to Wilson. She would allow him to do anything he wanted to her. Thinking about how he had made her masturbate, she knew she would do anything at all for him.

-

As Wilson showered, dressed, and left for work on Tuesday, he realized more had left him than just his nicotine craving, he was beginning to break the habit of smoking, too, and that felt damn good. He silently enjoyed getting ready for work without chasing down another smoke or worrying if he had enough smokes to make it through the day. Those things felt good. He smiled as he drove to work, feeling in control of the addiction that threatened to kill him.

Kelly leaned against the hood of her recently repaired car, smiling as he pulled into his space. "How's it going?" she sang, all smiles.

"Good," Wilson said, meeting her in front of their cars where he swept her up in a big hug. "Thank you! I realized today, I think I'm really going to be okay."

"I'm so happy!" she squealed. "I can't wait to celebrate tonight!"

"Yeah, about that," he said, putting her down and releasing her. "You don't have to do anything. You've done enough. That's what I was trying to tell you yesterday."

"B-but that's not our deal," Kelly said, flashing a rare pout on her pretty face. "I'm really looking forward to tonight."

Wilson stared at the pretty blonde, trying to figure out how to explain. "Really, you don't need to do anything. You've seen how I live. I'm good."

"But a deal is a deal," she insisted, pulling his hand to her chest. "Don't you want me?"

"Of course I want you," he said, slipping his hand away. Damn, she felt good. "But. . . "

"But nothing," she said, with a flash of anger inside her blue eyes. "We're doing it tonight and that's that."

Wilson watched her tight, tiny ass as she stormed off to open her store, leaving him to wonder about the world. He shrugged, determined to do a better job explaining things when she popped over for lunch.

-

At noon, Kelly stormed into Wilson's store. She glanced around the space and made sure they were alone before blurting out, "Why don't you want to fuck me?"

Surprised and stunned, Wilson started laughing. "Is that what you think?"

"It's what you've been saying for the last couple days. You stopped smoking and hitting on me, what gives?"

"You're a good girl, Kelly. I'm too old for you and too much of a pervert. You shouldn't want this."

"Don't tell me what I want," she said, still glaring at him.

Wilson shook his head as he eyed her, still smirking.

"Stop it," Kelly demanded.

"Fine. Seven o'clock at my house, okay?"

-

Wilson was fully dressed when he met her at his door. Kelly felt a combination of dive bombing butterflies and desire circling and fluttering inside her body. His house no longer reeked of stale cigarettes. "It smells nice in here," she said. Wilson shut the door, but didn't move away from it.

"If you stay, I'm going to do more than fuck you, I'm going to fuck with you," he said. It was a confusing sentence that took her a moment to sort out.

"You did that last time," she smirked and fighting off an eager squirm. Her nipples ached from being hard for so long.

"Get naked," he said, turning his back and walking away. He sat on the couch while she stood near the door. "You heard me. Get naked or get the fuck out."

"Are you going to get undressed, too?" she asked, fingering open the front of her jeans.

"Eventually," he said, turning on the TV. From the passionate sounds of lovemaking, Kelly didn't need to see the TV to know he was watching porn. She kicked off her shoes and shrugged off her clothes. She hesitated when she reached her panties, glanced at Wilson, and then pushed off her panties, too.

Wilson waved her over. Kelly did her best to sashay towards him, feeling out of her element. He rubbed the lump inside his pants while motioning that she should spin around. She slowly turned in a circle, feeling naked, embarrassed, and excited.

"Go find my bedroom," he said, gesturing towards the hallway. "Play with yourself until I come for you."

Kelly nodded, turned, and walked done the short hallway towards the only room she hadn't visited. The door stood slightly ajar. She pushed it open to a large master bedroom lit with candles scattered about the room. In the middle of the space sat an imposing king-sized bed with massive pillars at each corner. The firm mattress was covered in a dark, thick comforter. Several layers of pillows were propped against the headboard. She laid back on the pillows and wondered what she should do. She glanced around the room. A long, low chest of drawers stood as a shadow of dark wood against one wall. There was a dressing chair tucked into a corner. She could guess the extra doorway led to a bathroom and the mirror door probably led to closet.

Hulking dark nightstands stood sentry on either side of the bed. Tall candles flickered inside long glass jars, making shadows dance around her. She gasped when she noticed the sex toys sitting on both nightstands. How had she missed those earlier?

Kelly laid in the middle of the bed and listened for Wilson. How long would he be? Was she really supposed to play with herself? She caressed her chest, as much as an experiment as anything else. Her nipples were still hard. She felt nervous. Biting her bottom lip, she decided she should do what he said. She slipped her hand between her legs, cupping her smooth, shaved pussy. She felt her warmth, wetness, and need. As she had done so many times before, she caressed herself close to an orgasm without giving herself one. Every inch of her skin felt awake and alive as she writhed in need and waited for Wilson.

A dark silhouette filled the doorway as Wilson entered his bedroom. He crossed to the dressing chair and sat. "Have you had an orgasm yet?"

"No," Kelly mumbled, feeling ashamed.

"Do it," he said from the dark.

The meager candlelight wasn't enough to illuminate him beyond a shadow in the dark. Kelly knew who it was. She knew he was watching as her dainty fingers danced across her chest. "I thought we were going to do it."

"We will, after you do it first."

"How many times?"

"Three."

A sharp gasp escaped her mouth. She could do it, she knew she could. She knew her first orgasm would release that deep, primal need inside for more. Wilson knew it, too. Biting her bottom lip, she caressed her clitoris in a small, light circle and felt her passion rising until there was no turning back. She blushed as her orgasm took hold, embarrassed, ashamed, and thrilled at the same time. She released a long sigh and had an orgasm.

"That's one," Wilson said as if counting successful foul shots or cartwheels perfectly performed.

Kelly kept rubbing her clit, pressing firmer as shivers of pleasure surged through her and she felt her next orgasm building. Panting, she welcomed its arrival, squealed with pleasure and kept going. Tom would do this to her. He would go down on her and give her orgasm after orgasm. Each one created a need for the next one until she felt like a quivering slut trapped in an endless cycle of orgasms. As her third orgasm approached, she realized Wilson knew what he was doing. She had told him about Tom and her orgasms and he had remembered. As soon as she came again, she pulled her hands away from her body, grabbing his thick comforter and squirming with a need for more.

-

"Are you ready to fuck?" he asked from his dark corner.

"Yes," she gasped.

-

Wilson stood and undressed. As he approached the foot of the bed, the candlelight caught up with him, illuminating his body in a soft glow. She saw his hard, aching cock before seeing the rest of him. His bed lacked a footboard. He crawled on top of the bed and kept crawling until he was over her. "Put it inside," he said, seemingly hovering over her.

Kelly reached between their bodies and gripped his long, firm cock. He felt big, bigger than she remembered. She slipped his cockhead against her wet, needful pussy while he lowered himself until he filled her. She looked up at him, waiting for a kiss that never came as he began thrusting. His strokes were long and slow, maddeningly slow. She squirmed beneath him.

"Be still," he said. She nodded and struggled to remain still. He returned to his long, slow strokes, watching her face. "Slut," he announced. Kelly bit her lip. "Cunt," he said. Her lip biting couldn't stop her from gasping. "Whore," he told her without changing the crazy slow, purposeful rate of his thrusts.

"What are you?" he asked.

"A slut," she said, gasping the word.

"What else?"

"Cunt," she recited, offended and thrilled with the strongest swear word she knew.

"What else?"

"Whore."

"Except whores don't have orgasms," he said, picking up the pace. He pressed hard against her pussy on his down strokes before pulling back and repeating the movement. "Are you going to come for me?"

"Yes," she said, feeling her orgasm building.

"Tell me what you are."

"A slut," she said and felt him driving against her harder and faster. "A cunt," she spat, still hating the word even as she felt him picking up the pace again. "A whore," she groaned, feeling her orgasm nearing. "I'm your fucking cunt, slut, whore!" she cried out. "Please, fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

A tiny smirk appeared on Wilson's mouth as he did it. He fucked her harder than Kelly had ever experienced. Though the room had felt romantic with its candles, the romance fell away as she wrapped her legs around his back, urging him deeper and harder.

"Fuck me! Fuck me like a cunt whore!"

"Yes," he hissed, as another crack to his demeanor appeared. "Do it. Come for me!"